a hundred degrees and it still feels like winter
nothing is simple and nothing is new
the face of child will tear you to pieces
better a memory than a dream that came true
selfish indulgence basks in depression
try not to think of those left behind
open your eyes so you don't have to see her
cover your ears and you won't hear her cry
laden by guilt of the prison created
by foolish kindness you shouldn't have shared
you cracked open their lives and filled them with illusions
illusions of someone that you'll never be
and if they remember then what are their memories
something you did or you didn't do
he joked once and told me I was a monster, bad person
so I sang him a song and shed not a tear
building a home and building a future
all the time only building a tomb
so I sang him a song and shed not a tear
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